Amore

A Boy With Roses

now I peer at the golden sun and bow                                                                            

the sky is lit up in soft pinks and blues                                                                                      

love echoing through my bones                                                                            

like the kind of song the heart remembers

 

it feels like the perfect dream, falling                                                                          

deeper into you 

 

rinsing myself from the seeds like a spiritual dancer                                                              

my pockets are full of shrubs                                                                                    

punctual when I look at you, then shyly look away                                                          

you cast a spell on my moonlit eyes                                                                        

let me fall from this ceiling into ominous foam

 

we were never meant for weeds                                                                      

the opaque shift from purity to sin                                            

somewhere between these distorted lines                                                                          

I lost the beauty in living                                                                                                

when the clouds bled and you moved me to tears                                                                  

I rose from the ashes with my pride                                                                              

with my waxen wings 

 

I never found the humour in dying                                                                            

tainted by misfortune, weeping angel stirring                                                            

speaking to each other in an ancient language                                                          

my tongue knows you well.

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 6th, 2022 17:32
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • A Boy With Roses

    Appreciate the sweet comment... very sweet...

    ♥♥♥

    However, I don't necessarily care for views posting here. I actually used to post on other poetry sites (where I was more popular than here) and get upwards to fifty views and more on each poem, with the most being around 400 views. I deleted my old account on All Poetry and the owner emailed me. I prefer the layout of this site I guess, with how it feels more like a portfolio which is why I'm more consistent with posting. (Although there seems to be a lot of conservative and prudish cunts here). So I don't mind getting low clicks whatsoever. I'd consider my writings quite evocative and some stuff homoerotic, so I can understand why some just don't care. But I write for myself.

    Besides, I'm in the process of hand writing and editing poems. Sometimes I post here for the space, but this isn't long term nor my endgame. One day I will vanish, lol.



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